Old Zhang had wanted to see what kind of Agarwood Li Xu had brought back.

Something that was supposedly even better than his Thunderstruck Agarwood.

But after hearing what Li Xu said, he calmed down. "Dr. Li is right. I won’t look. Just knowing that something better than Thunderstruck Agarwood truly exists in this world makes my life feel worthwhile."

But he was still guessing in his heart:

’What kind of divine object could it be? Could it be the legendary... Ten Thousand Year Agarwood?’

Li Xu didn’t explain any further.

Returning to the courtyard, Li Xu asked Chen Hui about the situation in Feng City.

Chen Hui was in constant contact with Feng City.

Chen Hui immediately said, "Dr. Li, Miss Zhao’s condition is currently stable. Her vital signs are being maintained at the level they were when you left. She hasn’t worsened, but she hasn’t woken up either."

Li Xu nodded.

The effects of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles’ Sealing Technique were still active. Combined with the support from the An Gong Bezoar Pill and Sandalwood Fragrance, this was all within his expectations.

"We won’t travel through the night. Let’s get a good night’s rest and take a flight back early tomorrow morning."

Li Xu had had a long day. He was physically exhausted and needed to rest and recuperate to maintain his peak condition for the upcoming treatment.

...

In the corridor outside the intensive care unit of the Feng City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

A group of doctors in white coats were clustered around a tall, elderly foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes, just stepping out of the elevator.

The patient’s parents immediately rushed forward to greet him, their attitude respectful, even humble.

"Dr. Wilson, thank you for your trouble, flying all this way."

The patient’s mother, President Wang, held Wilson’s hand, her eyes filled with hope.

Wilson was the chief expert of cardiology at the Mayo Clinic in the United States, as well as a world-renowned authority on interventional oncology.

His consultation fee was a six-figure sum in US Dollars, and even money wasn’t always enough to secure his services.

The only reason he was able to come this time was because the Zhao Family had leveraged their immense overseas business resources and connections.

"Mr. Zhao, Madam Zhao, please don’t be so formal."

Wilson spoke in English, and the translator beside him immediately provided a simultaneous interpretation. "Since I am here, I will do my utmost."

Just then, Yamada’s eyes lit up from within the crowd, and he hurried forward. "Dr. Wilson? I didn’t expect to see you here."

"Oh? Professor Yamada?"

Wilson also recognized the titan of Japan’s medical community. "It’s a small world. I never thought we’d meet in Feng City, China."

The two had met several times at international medical conferences and were old acquaintances.

After some pleasantries, Dean Song, Lin Guorui, and the others stood to the side, feeling a bit emotional.

’Look at this spectacle, look at these connections.’

To think that the intensive care unit of a city’s Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine would host top experts from both Japan and the United States at the same time.

If it weren’t for the patient’s family’s immense influence, this would be utterly unthinkable under normal circumstances.

Lin Guorui and the other department-head experts, who were usually lauded in the city, now stood before Wilson like interns who hadn’t even graduated. They didn’t even have the right to interject, and could only stand obediently in the back row with their medical records, ready to learn.

"Alright, let’s save the reminiscing for later. Let’s see the patient first."

Wilson quickly shifted into work mode.

The group walked into the hospital room.

Wilson first carefully examined the data on the monitor, then leafed through the thick stack of examination reports and imaging files.

As he reviewed them, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter, until it was nearly knotted.

"This is simply catastrophic..."

Wilson pointed at the CT scan. "Cardiac tamponade, Class IV heart failure, a mediastinal tumor compressing the great vessels, plus severe malnutrition and metabolic disorders... Logically, a patient in this condition should have already..."

He didn’t say the word "died," but his meaning was clear.

"But..."

Wilson looked up, his eyes filled with shock as he gazed at the pale girl on the hospital bed. "Her vital signs are abnormally stable? Her heart rate, blood pressure, even her blood oxygen saturation—they’re all maintained at an extremely delicate equilibrium."

"It’s like walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss. It’s dangerous, yet unbelievably steady."

"How was this achieved?"

Wilson couldn’t help but ask, "Did you use some special life support system? Or the latest targeted drugs?"

Yamada explained from the side, "No, Dr. Wilson. These are the methods of Traditional Chinese Medicine. A young doctor from Dragon Country named Li Xu used a special acupuncture technique, plus... a precious Chinese medicine, to forcefully lock the patient’s Primordial Qi."

"Li Xu?"

Upon hearing this name, the baffled expression on Wilson’s face instantly became animated.

"You mean... the Li Xu who published the paper on the TCM treatment plan for the new influenza in *The Lancet*?" Wilson asked.

Yamada nodded. "Yes, that’s him."

"Oh my God!" Wilson came to a sudden realization. "No wonder, no wonder."

"I’ve heard his name in the United States as well. The paper he wrote caused quite a stir in the Western medical community. Some of my more radical colleagues even believe it’s pseudoscience, but I’ve carefully studied the data in the paper. The rigorous logic and astonishing efficacy can’t be faked."

"And I’ve also heard he developed several miraculous Chinese patent medicines, like an eye drop for treating eye diseases, which is being sold for exorbitant prices within the Chinese community in the United States."

Wilson looked at Zhao Qingya on the bed. "If Li Xu was the one who acted, then it’s no wonder. To be able to pull someone who should be dead back from the brink and keep them alive for three days... this is simply Eastern magic."

The patient’s mother asked anxiously, "Dr. Wilson, do you have a way to completely cure Yaya? Divine Physician Li managed to keep her alive, but he’s gone to find medicine now. We’d like to hear your proposed solution."

Wilson once again picked up the CT scan, studying it carefully for a long time before finally shaking his head helplessly.

"Madam Zhao, I would love to give you an optimistic answer, but as a doctor, I must be honest."

"In this situation, conventional surgery and drug therapies are already ineffective."

"The only way, and it’s an extremely risky one, is to perform a ’combined operation under cardiopulmonary bypass’."

Wilson explained while making gestures, "We would first need to establish a cardiopulmonary bypass, letting a machine take over the function of the heart. Then, we open the chest cavity and, in an extremely confined space, first resect the tumor tissue compressing the blood vessels, relieve the cardiac tamponade, and then repair the defect in the heart."

"The process is like trying to carve a live, ticking grenade."

"Furthermore, considering the patient’s physical condition and compromised immunity due to long-term depression..."

Wilson held up one finger. "The success rate of the surgery is less than ten percent."

"In fact, it’s highly probable the patient wouldn’t even make it off the operating table."

"What?"

Hearing this answer, the patient’s parents were stunned, as if struck by lightning.

’Less than ten percent?’

’This isn’t saving a life, this is sending her to her death!’

"Only ten percent?" the patient’s mother asked, her voice trembling. "Then... then does that mean there’s no hope?"

Wilson nodded grimly. "In the realm of Western medicine, ten percent is already the limit. If we don’t operate, she might not make it past these next three days. If we do, there might be a sliver of a miracle."